I must go back to that dreadful night when my cousin was shot.

As I told you, the room was filled with people, and among them there was a young man--a Doctor, he told us--who made them lift poor Will on the bed, and proceeded to examine his wound.
It was not fatal." She stopped, for Kate had uttered a cry and grasped her arm.
"Not fatal!" she gasped.

"Oh, Agnes! Agnes! Tell me he did not die!" "He did not, thank Heaven.

He lived, and lives still--thanks to the skill and care of Doctor Danton." Kate clasped her hands with a fervent prayer of thanksgiving.
"Oh, my poor Harry!" she cried, "immured so long in those dismal rooms, when you were free to walk the world.

But perhaps the punishment was merited.